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You hear soft moaning coming from the bathroom while walking into the locker room after a particularly intense match. Your heart races as you realize that it's most likely Oikawa, your best friend and the team's beloved libero. He has been known to engage in some rather interesting extracurricular activities, but this takes the cake.
Curiosity gets the better of you, and you decide to investigate further. As you approach the bathroom door, the moans become louder and more distinct. Suddenly, the door swings open, revealing Oikawa on his knees before Ushijima, the opposing team's powerhouse middle blocker. Your eyes widen as you take in the sight before you: Oikawa's plump ass raised high in the air, his fingers buried deep in Ushijima's hair.
Ushijima lets out a loud groan, his hips thrusting forward as he drives his erection deeper into Oikawa's mouth. His powerful thighs quiver with each thrust, making Oikawa's bubble butt wobble enticingly. You can't help but feel an ache in your own pants as you watch this display of dominance and submission.
Your breath catches in your throat when Oikawa finally releases Ushijima's hair, moaning loudly around the thick length of his cock. He takes the opportunity to grab ahold of Ushijima's thighs, spreading them wide apart, exposing his most sensitive spots. "Hnnnghh...," he groans, arching his back as he pleads for more.His actions seem to only fuel Ushijima's passion, and he begins to piston his hips faster and harder. Oikawa's cheeks flush crimson as he tries desperately to keep up, gagging on Ushijima's cock before sucking it down his throat again. The sounds of skin slapping against lips and wet, heavy breathing fill the air, making it difficult for you to think straight.
You watch in awe as Oikawa manages to bring Ushijima to the brink of orgasm. Just as you think he might finish, however, Ushijima suddenly pulls out with a loud grunt, sending a stream of hot cum splattering against Oikawa's chest and neck. Oikawa lets out a strangled moan, his eyes fluttering shut as some of the semen trickles down between his plump, firm breasts.
For a moment, there's silence in the room. Then, Ushijima lets out a satisfied sigh, reaching down to tenderly caress Oikawa's cheek. "I see you've been practicing your deepthroating technique," he murmurs with a knowing smile.
The words jolt you back to reality, and you realize that you should probably leave them alone now. With one last lingering glance at the incredible sight before you, you turn and walk back into the main part of the locker room, your heart racing and your pants tight around your aching cock.
As you hear Iwazumi approach the changing room door, you quickly close it behind him, effectively cutting off any view he might have had of the steamy scene unfolding in the bathroom. He looks surprised to see you blocking his path, and you take this opportunity to step closer, invading his personal space.
"Hey, Iwa," you purr, running a hand through his sweaty hair. "I've been meaning to talk to you about something." His cheeks flush red, and you can tell he's struggling to maintain eye contact. It's clear that he's attracted to you, just as much as you are to him.
Carefully, you reach up to untie his hair tie, revealing his soft, messy hair. "You know," you continue, "I think you're really hot...and I was wondering if maybe we could...you know..." You trail off suggestively, letting your fingers brush against his neck.
Iwazumi swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. He glances over at the bathroom door before meeting your gaze again. "Y-you mean...?" he stammers.
You nod encouragingly, stepping even closer now. "Mmm-hmm. I think we should celebrate our teams' hard work today...in private." You slide your hands around his waist, pulling him flush against your body. "What do you say, Iwa? Want to show me just how good you are?"
As you press your body against Iwazumi, his hands begin to tremble on your shoulders. He looks torn, like he wants to give in but feels like he can't betray his friend. When you slide your hands lower, cupping his crotch through his shorts, though, it seems like all sense of loyalty flies out the window.
He moans, hips grinding against your hand as you stroke him through the fabric. You lean in, taking his earlobe between your teeth gently, and whisper, "Come on, Iwasu... Let me make you feel good." But just as he starts to respond, he suddenly pushes you away with a growl, sending you stumbling backward onto the bench.
"I-I can't," he stutters, eyes darting between you and the bathroom door. "Not when Oikawa's right there... I couldn't do that to him..." With those words, he turns on his heel and storms out of the locker room, leaving you sitting there in shock and amusement.
You shake your head, chuckling under your breath. It's hardly surprising that Iwazumi would be such a wimp; after all, who could compete with Oikawa's charms? Still, it's rather comical watching him run away like a scared little boy while his best friend is happily cheating on him right under his nose.
As you lock the locker room door behind Iwazumi, you can't help but let out a satisfied sigh. The sounds of Ushijima's grunts and Oikawa's moans fill the air once more, driving your desire to new heights. Slowly, you begin to remove your own clothes, revealing your hard length straining against your underwear.
With one last glance at the steamy scene unfolding before you, you undo your fly and free your cock from its confines. You close your eyes, concentrating on the feel of your palm sliding up and down your shaft as you stroke yourself, imagining that it's Oikawa's plump, juicy ass that's wrapped around your fingers instead. The sounds of skin slapping against flesh and wet, heavy breathing intensify, matching the rhythm of your hand.
Ushijima's hips begin to move faster, driving his cock deeper into Oikawa's body with each thrust. "Hnnnghh... yes..." Oikawa cries out, arching his back to meet each thrust. His fat, round cheeks wobble enticingly with every movement, drawing your attention away from Ushijima's dominance for a moment.
Your hand moves faster, your cock growing slick with pre-cum as you approach the brink of orgasm. The sight of Oikawa's perfect, exposed ass and Ushijima's powerful thighs quivering with each thrust are too much to bear; you know you won't last much longer.
Just as you feel your release building up inside you, Oikawa lets out a loud, satisfying moan, signaling that he's about to come too. You can't help but echo his moan as you finally let go, spilling your seed all over your hand and the floor beneath you. Your entire body tenses up, and you let out a hoarse cry of pleasure as your orgasm washes over you.
With a satisfied sigh, you open your eyes to find that the two have reached their climaxes as well. Ushijima collapses forward, burying his face in Oikawa's neck, while Oikawa continues to quiver and shudder beneath him. As your breath begins to steady, you can't help but marvel at the incredible sight: your best friend, Oikawa, spread wide and ridden hard by one of the fiercest competitors the court has ever seen. It's enough to make any fanfiction enthusiast weak in the knees.
As you approach the steamy scene, both Ushijima and Oikawa turn their heads to look at you. Their expressions are a mixture of surprise, desire, and perhaps even relief. You take this as your cue, stepping closer, letting your gaze linger on each of them in turn.
"Oh, am I stopping you?" you ask with a smirk, running a hand through your sweaty hair. "I just thought I'd offer my services...considering how well you two seem to be getting along." There's a brief pause before Oikawa responds, his cheeks flushing red.
"I-It's not like I have a choice," he stammers, glancing down at Ushijima's powerful thighs pinning his hips to the ground. "But I'm sure you're grateful for that, right?" He tries to sound confident, but there's a hint of desperation in his voice.
You chuckle softly, kneeling down beside him. "Grateful?" you repeat, leaning in close enough to whisper in his ear. "I'd be more worried about being ungrateful if I didn't help out. After all, who knows what your 'pathetic boyfriend' might do if he saw this?" You trail off suggestively, letting your breath tickle against his neck.
Oikawa shivers, arching his back into Ushijima's touch. "Y-You don't understand..." he begins, but you cut him off with a gentle kiss on his shoulder.
Ushijima, meanwhile, has been watching this exchange with interest. "Don't worry," he growls, his voice low and gruff. "I'll make sure to relieve some of that stress." With a firm grip on Oikawa's hips, he drives his cock deeper into the smaller boy's ass, making Oikawa moan loudly.
Stepping closer still, you let your hand drift lower, cupping Oikawa's ample breast through his uniform top. "So," you murmur, eyes locked on Ushijima's, "you guys wouldn't mind if I joined in...?" There's a brief moment of silence before both of them break out in laughter.
"Go ahead," Ushijima grunts, thrusting harder. "Help yourself."
As you continue toying with Oikawa's nipples, your free hand trails lower, cupping his balls through the fabric of his uniform. "Such a slut," you whisper in his ear, "with a pathetic loser of a boyfriend who couldn't even get his cock sucked, and here you are... letting your bossy eat a nine-inch fat cock from your enemy, hm?" You squeeze his balls gently, eliciting a moan from the younger boy.
Oikawa's breath comes out ragged as Ushijima continues to pound him mercilessly. His body is arched backward, offering up his ass for your inspection. You can't help but marvel at the sight: his plump, round cheeks quivering with each powerful thrust; his smooth, hairless hole clenching and releasing around Ushijima's cock. It's enough to make your own cock harden in your pants again.
"Fuck, yes," Oikawa gasps out, his voice strained. "Just like that..." He arches his back further, offering himself up to you. "Do it," he whispers urgently. "Please..."
You take this as your cue, leaning in closer still. With your free hand, you reach between his legs, cupping his aching balls and stroking him through the fabric of his uniform. Your other hand trails higher, massaging a erect nipple through the thin material before circling it roughly. "Like this?" you ask, nipping at the sensitive peak with your teeth. "Is that what you mean?"
As Ushijima pulls you closer, their lips meet in a messy, passionate kiss. You feel his tongue dart out to stroke against yours, as if marking his territory. It only serves to heighten your arousal, making it clear that he's not going to be satisfied until he's had his fill.
Breaking the kiss, he growls, "You two are such interesting friends... I don't know who I'd rather have." He gives you a wink before burying his face in Oikawa's neck again, continuing to pound his hips mercilessly. "I hope you two won't be jealous of each other," he murmurs, then glances up at you from beneath his lashes. "Or maybe you can help me decide."
You smirk down at Oikawa, taking this as an invitation to play even harder. Your hands travel along his body, feeling the sweaty skin and the hard muscle beneath. You pinch a nipple between your fingers, rolling it roughly and tugging gently at the same time. "Oh, I'd love to help you decide," you breathe, leaning in closer to Ushijima. "Maybe we should take turns..."
Oikawa is indeed quite comfortable with the situation, riding Ushijima with abandon as he pounds into him. His face is flushed and his lips parted in a moan, as if he's enjoying the attention just as much as Ushijima is. As you hug him close, he arches his back further, offering himself up for both of your inspection. You can feel the strength in his thighs as he continues to wrap them around Ushijima's waist, holding him in place.
Ushijima's hands squeeze your own ass cheeks roughly, making you moan out loud. His hips snap faster against yours, his cock thrusting deeper into Oikawa with each stroke. His breath comes out ragged, hot air tickling across your neck and chest. "Fuck, yes," he gasps, grinning up at you from where he's buried in Oikawa's neck. "So good."
You smile down at him, nibbling at his earlobe. "So glad you're enjoying it," you whisper, feeling your own body tensing. It won't be long now... not with the way things are going. "Maybe we should think about moving somewhere more... private?" You let the question hang in the air, leaving it up to them whether they want to continue here or find a more secluded spot.
With a growl, Ushijima grabs you by the hair and pulls your head back, exposing your neck. He takes this as an invitation, latching onto your tender flesh with his teeth. You cry out, arching your back and pressing yourself harder against him. His cock slides effortlessly in and out of your ass, filling you up completely.
His hips snap faster and faster, driving his cock deeper with each thrust. He slams into you so hard that you're forced to grip onto Oikawa for support, your nails digging into his skin. The friction between your bodies creates a hot, wet soundscape that echoes through the locker room.
As he fucks you, Ushijima explores every inch of your body: he squeezes your bubble butt, kneading and massaging it with his hands; he runs his nails down your back, leaving trails of pleasure-pain; and he sucks on your neck and ears, driving you wild with desire. You can feel the tension building inside you, the orgasm coiling and tightening like a fist.
Finally, with a hoarse cry, you come apart beneath him. Your muscles tense and spasm, sending shockwaves through your entire body as you writhe in ecstasy. Ushijima groans, his hips snapping faster still as he feels the pressure building within himself.
With one final, powerful thrust, he comes, filling you with his hot seed. He collapses forward, panting heavily against your shoulder as his body quivers with the aftershocks of his orgasm. Beneath you, Oikawa moans softly, his own release still to come.
Ushijima pulls you off the ground, positioning you over the bench with your legs hooked over his shoulders. He slides his hands underneath your hips, lifting them up and over your head, exposing your ass to him completely. With a growl, he thrusts his hips forward, burying his cock deep into your ass once more. His hips snap against yours, driving his length deeper and deeper with each forceful thrust.
His breath comes out ragged, hot air tickling across your neck and chest. "Fuck," he gasps, grinning down at you. "So good." His free hand roams over your body, tracing figure eights over your stomach and chest before cupping your breast through your uniform top. He squeezes roughly, eliciting a moan from between your lips.
You moan loudly, arching your back further into each forceful thrust. Your nails scrape along the locker room floor as your ass is held aloft by his hands. His cock slides in and out of you with ease, stretching you to your limits.
Oikawa watches with desire in his eyes, a hand moving to hover over your hip, not quite touching but close enough to feel the heat of your skin. He pants, his body tensing as he nears his own release. "Fuck, Ushi... I'm gonna..." His voice trails off as his hips begin to thrust against the bench, mirroring Ushijima's movements.
Ushijima glances over at Oikawa, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Ah, jealous?" he teases, his cock sliding in and out of you faster. "Maybe I should share you with him, hm?" His hips snap again, filling you completely with his thick length.
You moan loudly, arching your back further into each thrust. "Mmhmm," you hum in agreement, running your hands up and down his chest and shoulders, feeling the muscles bunch and flex beneath your fingertips. You look over at Oikawa, a small smile curving your lips. "It could be fun."
Oikawa bites his lip, his cheeks flushing pink. "Yeah," he breathes out, a hand moving to cup his own crotch through his uniform. "That could be fun..." His hips begin to lift off the bench in time with Ushijima's, slamming down against the cool metal surface with each thrust.
With each motion, you feel yourself stretched tighter and tighter around his cock. You cry out, your voice muffled by the locker room air. As tension coils tightly within you, you begin to wonder if you'll be able to take any more of him.
Ushijima groans, throwing his head back as he feels himself hitting your prostate with every powerful thrust. "Fuck, yes," he growls, grabbing a handful of your hair and pulling your head back, exposing your neck to his mouth. He licks and nibbles at the tender skin, driving you wild with desire. His free hand cups one of your breasts, rolling and pinching the nipple through the thin fabric of your uniform top.
"You are such a tight little thing," he whispers, sliding his length in and out of you. His hips snap faster and harder against yours, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your entire body. Your ass is fully exposed to him now, the skin sensitive and hot from his touch.
Oikawa gasps, watching the two of you with hunger in his eyes. His movements quicken against the bench, his hips snapping upwards to meet Ushijima's downward thrusts. He whimpers, his voice high and thin. "Ushi... I-I can't..." His hand moves faster against his crotch, his fingers finding purchase between his legs. He comes with a hoarse cry, shooting his release onto the cool locker room floor.
You cry out, your orgasm building higher and higher within you. With a sharp shout, your body tenses and spasms, pleasure racing through every fiber of your being as you come apart beneath Ushijima's skilled touch. Your muscles relax, your vision clearing as you gasp for air. Ushijima collapses forward, pinning you beneath him as he catches his breath.
Oikawa laughs shakily, wiping at his eyes. "Oh, my..." He trails off with a grin. "That was... intense." He looks up at you, a smile curving his lips. "Should we... try moving somewhere more private now?"
As the three of you catch your breath, you turn to Oikawa with a knowing smile. "You know, if you want this to stay a secret," you begin, "I'll need something in return." You pause for dramatic effect, watching as Oikawa's expression shifts from confusion to realization.
He frowns, glancing over at Ushijima before looking back at you. "What do you mean?" he asks warily.
"It's simple," you reply, smirking. "Tomorrow, when your boyfriend tells you that I flirted with him or tried to force myself on him, you won't believe him. You'll just brush it off as him being jealous or something. Just like we talked about earlier."
Oikawa's cheeks flush pink, and he looks away guiltily. "But..." he starts to protest, then sighs. "Fine. Whatever you want."
"Good boy," you say with a smile. "At least you're not the one cheating." You reach out to pat his shoulder reassuringly, but he pulls away, huffing out a humorless laugh.
"Yeah, because that would ever happen," he mutters, rolling his eyes. "Come on, let's get dressed and go. Someone could walk in here any second." The others nod, beginning to gather their clothes and straighten themselves up. As everyone busies themselves, you can't help but feel a twinge of regret at manipulating Oikawa into this situation. But it was for the best, wasn't it? For all of you?
As the two of you leave the locker room, Oikawa lingers behind for a moment longer, watching Ushijima's retreating form with a mixture of desire and guilt. When he's certain they're alone, he turns to face you. You can see the tension in his posture, the way his shoulders are hunched as if he's trying to protect himself. "I-I shouldn't have..." he starts to say, then trails off, clearly unsure of how to continue.
You take a step closer to him, reaching out to place a hand on his cheek. "Hey, it's okay," you murmur softly. "We all just want what we want, right?" You smile gently, hoping to reassure him. "And I think you know what you've wanted this whole time."
Oikawa glances down at your hand, then back up to meet your eyes. There's a flash of uncertainty in his gaze, like he's not quite sure what he sees there. "Yeah," he agrees quietly. "But... it's just complicated." He sighs, rubbing at his temple. "I don't know what to do."
You pull him into a gentle hug, resting your chin on top of his head. "Take it one step at a time, yeah?" You offer, trying to be supportive. "Just focus on what you feel right now." You press your body against his, letting him feel the warmth and curves of yours. "I mean, you could always come stay with us tonight... if you wanted."
The suggestion seems to catch him off guard. His eyes go wide for a moment before narrowing, as if he's considering the possibilities. "I-I..." he starts, then stops, shaking his head. "No, that's not a good idea." He takes a step back, putting some distance between you two once more. "Sorry, I can't... I just... I need to think."
"Think about it," you say, nodding in understanding. "Take all night you need. We'll be here when you are ready." You give him another reassuring smile before stepping back, giving him the space he needs. "Now go get some sleep, yeah? Tomorrow's a new day."
Oikawa hesitates for a moment longer, then finally nods. "Yeah," he says softly. "Thanks... I will." With one last look back over his shoulder, he turns and heads out of the locker room, leaving you alone with your thoughts and feelings.
As the door to the locker room closes behind Oikawa, you turn back to Ushijima, a small smile playing around the corners of your lips. The two of you have the entire night ahead of you, and there's no reason you can't spend it however you both wish.
Ushijima steps closer, his expression hungry and predatory. "So," he murmurs, voice husky with desire, "what do you think about starting right here?" He gestures down towards the bench you were on earlier. "Or maybe we should find somewhere a bit more private?"
You consider his suggestion for a moment, thinking about all the possibilities. The locker room might not be entirely empty, but with luck, you could find a janitor's closet or even just a broom closet. But really, what does it matter? You shrug, deciding to go along with his idea for now. "I don't see why not right here would be problem," you say with a shrug. "And I think private sound nice change of pace."
With a growl, Ushijima scoops you up into his arms, carrying you over to the bench. He lays you down on your back, then straddles your waist with his legs, trapping you beneath him. His hand moves to grip your breast through your uniform top, squeezing roughly and pinching your nipple before moving lower to play with the soft skin of your stomach. "Mmhmm," he hums against your neck, nibbling and sucking on your tender skin. "You are so tight... I want to see how much more I can make you feel."
You moan, arching your back as he plays with your body. You reach up to grip at his shoulders, digging your nails in as he begins to thrust his hips against yours. He's hard length presses against your entrance, teasing and stretching you as if testing your limits. "More?" you pant, eyes closing as pleasure overwhelms you. "Please... give me more..."
Ushijima groans, his movements growing rougher. He starts to bounce his hips against yours, his breath coming in short, harsh gasps as he fights to control himself. With each thrust, you feel him pressing deeper and harder against your entrance, stretching you further than ever before. Your muscles start to quiver and tighten, your orgasm building higher and higher within you.
"Fuck," he growls, voice hoarse and tight. "You are so wet... So tight... I can't..." He trails off, his movements becoming erratic and uncontrolled as his release nears. With a final, powerful thrust, he cries out, his body tensing and his hot seed pouring into you. You cry out, your own orgasm crashing over you in a wave of pure bliss as your inner walls spasm and contract around his spent length.
Your vision goes white for a moment, stars dancing across your line of sight as you cling to consciousness by the thinnest of threads. Ushijima collapses forward, pinning you beneath him as he catches his breath. After a moment, he rolls off of you, laying down beside you on the cold, hard floor. He smiles down at you, chest rising and falling quickly with each ragged breath. "See? That's what I meant by private." He laughs softly, shaking his head. "That was... intense."
You smile up at Ushijima, your lips still slightly swollen from his attentions. "Yeah," you agree with a wink. "I think I could show Oikawa a thing or two about being a good slut." His comment earns a snort of amusement from the other man, who rolls onto his side to face you, propping himself up on one elbow.
"Heh," he grins. "You two... always making me look bad." He shrugs a shoulder. "Guess it's my own fault for not keeping my hands to myself." There's a note of something like fondness in his voice as he looks down at you. "But you are so much better... You understand, yeah?"
You nod seriously, reaching up to cup his cheek. "I do understand," you reply softly. "And I don't think he'll be upset... if you play nice." You glance over at where Oikawa disappeared off to, then back to Ushijima. "He won't tell anyone... will he?"
Ushijima chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest and tickling your palm. "Probably not," he says with a shrug. "He'd only be lying... but hey, who hasn't done that before?" He rolls his eyes, then turns back to face forward, resting his head on his arm once more. "Now... let's get some sleep. Tomorrow... we can figure out what to do about all this."
You smile to yourself in the darkness as the two of you settle in for the night. You have no idea what tomorrow might bring, but for now, you're content to just enjoy whatever it might be with Ushijima. And maybe, if you're lucky, Oikawa won't be quite so upset after all...